#evharit

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a little something i just wrote about awakening of my necro, Evharit. i doubt i will ever write more, but i kind of did this anyway :p

The terrible news have spread quickly that day. From the very corner of Maguuma Wastes to the autumn-filled lands of the charr. The Pact wasn't succesful in its advance on Mordremoth.

In fact, it has been wiped. The Pact Fleet crashed, almost as if only with a snap of fingers. It was a terrible day. But not for her. She has just awoken. She would stand there, taking in all the smells and colors. Oh how vibrant they were! The Dream didn't show them as beautiful as she saw them now. She stood there, looking around, getting used to the new environment. Barely controlling her emotions, she overwhelmed all bystanders by her excitement: "Everything is so... full of life!"

Bystanders, though? A newly awakened sapling usually gets a mender and that's about it. No, this awakening was different. There were atleast three guards by the entrance to the pod area, and two in the background, blocking the hallway. None of them were as excited as Evh was. Instead, they looked more worried than happy to welcome another of their own. Stiffly, they held their respective weapons and waited for what's gonna happen next. Would she lunge at them? Go berserk, perhaps? Try to praise Mordremoth and escape? How could they know what's gonna happen. She had his colors. It was in the evening, the sky has been slowly turning dark, and so the bioluminescent cells of all sylvari came to life. And so did hers, and they were of a vibrant red color. Her wooden skin was covered with moss in some places, and vines emerging from her head, wild as never before. They've all seen this color before. It was the Shadow of the Dragon. Was she his embodiment? Was she not aware of this? She stared back at them, her smile quickly turning to a worried expression. Everyone was ready to attack her and she didn't know why. 

Suddenly, a couple of another sylvari stormed into the place. Most of them just glanced over her, but focused on talking to the guards instead, but one of them, a funnily looking one, was just horrifiedly staring at her. Evharit didn't know what to make of this, but his gaze felt somewhat reassuring, as if he was worried for her, not because of her. "W-what.. why.. what's the matter? Please?!" Overwhelmed by emotions, tears started rolling down her face. Controlling her feelings after only few minutes of awakening? She'd wish. He stepped closer to her, with a big piece of fluffy fabric. "I am Vachrien and i am your mender." He said as he quickly wrapped her in the fabric and grabbed her by the shoulders, nodding at others and slowly leading her away from all this. Even if she wasn't looking back, she could still feel all of them staring at her, leaving, confused.

This Vachrien continued forward without ever changing the direction of his gaze. He kept on looking in front of himself, with a very confused and worried face. But after a few minutes of silence, they stood at a little leafy gate, that led to Vachrien's residence, as she later found out. "Sit down." he vaguely gestured towards a comfortably looking thing made of leaves, but covered in pillows. She sat down, grasping onto the edges of the fabric wrapped around her, sobbing. He sat on the other seat, right in front of her. He looked at her, while she was too busy staring at the ground bellow them, weeping. "Is something wrong with me? Have i done something bad?" she'd suddenly blurt out, genuinely wanting an answer. And he could see. She was nothing like him. Nothing like them. She was pure and good and scared. There was nothing to fear. He'd make sure there'd be nothing to fear. He decided, in that very moment, that he's gonna lead her to the right life, following the Dream, and she's gonna have no connection to Mordremoth, whatsoever. He sighed, with relief, and finally answered her question: "Everything will be fine."